Jesse James

                                  Jesse James and his boys rode that Dodge City Trail

Held up the midnight Southern mail

And there never was a man with the law in his hand

That could keep Jesse James in a jail



It was Frank and Jesse James that killed many a man

But they never was outlaws at heart

I wrote this song to tell you how it come

That Frank and Jesse James got their start



They was living on a farm in the old Missouri hills

With a silver-haired mother and a home

Now, the railroad bullies come to chase them off their land

But they found that Frank and Jesse wouldn't run



Then a railroad scab, he went and got a bomb

And he throwed it at the door

And it killed Mrs. James a-sleeping in her bed

So Jesse grabbed a big forty-four



Yes, Frank and Jesse James was men that was game

To stop that high-rolling train

And to shoot down the rat that killed Mrs. James

They was Two-Gun Frank and Jesse James



Now, a bastard and coward called little Robert Ford

He claimed he was Frank and Jesse's friend

Made love to Jesse's wife and he took Jesse's life

And he laid poor Jesse in his grave



The people were surprised when Jesse lost his life

Wondered how he ever came to fall

Robert Ford, it's a fact, shot Jesse in the back

While Jesse hung a picture on the wall



They dug Jesse's grave and a stone they raised

It says, "Jesse James lies here

Was killed by a man, a bastard and a coward

Whose name ain't worthy to appear"